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Description
A concept for a character that I never finished. It’s a goo pony made of changeling slime :D
Source
not provided yet
Maybe eventually. It’s hard to come back to concepts, especially one-off ones like this, because not only have I done so many things but there’s also so many new things I want to do XD
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IIII NEEEEEEEEEEED IIIIIIT
Go for it man :P
I would not do so without Badumsquish’s permission, but something could happen…
Damaged. Buddy. You need to write a story surrounding this character on fimfiction. And it has to have a lot of goo bondage. :)
Heh, readers of my stories will recognize the Braealis ship from one of my works. But basically just having some fun with the idea. Certainly not meaning to impose any canon upon the adorable mare.
I do think Braeburn is in safe hooves, though.
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I think you got your awesome cannon now.
Ooooo :D
fucking yes
SLUTTYTRANSMISSION“Look, I have a deal with Chrysalis. Just take me to her and we can sort this out!” Braeburn was pleading with his captors.
“Why would our queen make deals with ponies? You are trying to trick us!” Chirp kept marching, carrying the pony along. “Maybe I should goop your head like I did your legs, that way you won’t talk so much?”
Struggling was useless, of course. Brae gave a sigh. “Can’t you at least find a changeling who knows about our deal?” He knew the hive well enough, he had been coming here for a while now. “I have a deal with Chrysalis, I come and give some love for a while, and you leave me alone to run my ranch.”
Chirp stared at the pony and put them down beside the pods (where other ponies were floating, providing energy to the hive). “Okay pony. I will go get my Queen, and she is going to come down and do horrible things to you.” Chirp had had enough. Leaving Braeburn partially glued to the floor, they buzzed their wings and took off.
“Finally!” Braeburn’s voice echoed a little, and he realized he was all alone in the chamber. “Okay, this place is spooky…”
“You don’t know the half of it. Sometimes all I have to talk to are the pods!”
Braeburn spun around and saw the strangest thing. “Who are you?” Standing behind the pod he was glued beside what looked like a pony completely covered in slime. “Are you okay?”
“Yup! You don’t look to be doing so well, though.” Shifting closer to the trapped pony, the mass of goop lifted a hoof to rub his cheek. “You aren’t thinking nice things.”
“Uh… well I am trapped in a changeling hive.” Braeburn wasn’t sure why he was blushing, the mare seemed nice, but wasn’t actually flirting—or was she? “When did they get you? And why aren’t you in a pod?”
“Me?” Lifting the hoof up again, the goo pony began to stroke at Braeburn’s cheek, over and over. “They never got me, I just sort of woke up down here…” She pressed her hoof more firmly against the stallion’s face, smearing herself around on his cheeks and mouth.
Brae tried to reply, but the goop around his face had effectively sealed his lips closed. He stared at the goo pony now as it dawned on him that he couldn’t actually see a pony inside the stuff. He tried to squirm, but she moved forward, rubbing every bit of exposed flesh with her hooves, painting him into a more fixed position.
“There, now you aren’t making so much noise—I don’t like noise.” The goo pony lifted a hoof to her own chin and tapped it. “I know! Ponies in here need to be in pods, I can do that for you.” She moved forward, her body pressing against Braeburn’s and flowing around him.
The sight of the goop wrapping around his body scared Braeburn at first, but as more of her flowed around him, he noticed that he was being forced to curl up into a tight ball. Restrained still, fluid started to flood in around him, pouring into his nose. Instinct screamed to hold his breath, but after nearly five minutes in the goopy liquid he gave in. Blinking, Braeburn realized the stuff wasn’t drowning him.
“Perfect. Now you have your own special little pod!” Trotting off to the back of the cave, the goo pony’s big belly swayed a little under her with the curled up pony inside. Instinct made her reach to the pony’s mind, a gentle nudge pushing him off into a dream.
“Okay, so where is this pony?” Chrysalis stalked into the newest pod room. “Are you sure they said their name was Braeburn? You dolt, we have a deal…” Her emotions warmed a little just at the thought of the only pony she actually liked. She had a date with him next week, after all.
“He… he said that was his name. He must have escaped, my Queen!” Chirp looked around in a panic.
Neither changeling saw the goo pony curled up in the darkest part of the cave, one of her hooves gently rubbing her transparent belly.
END
SLUTTYTRANSMISSION||Like naughty stories, where anything can happen? Why not check out my fimfic? ||
Lol that’s part of why I never finished it, was I just couldn’t decide on a “canon” so to speak. The only thing I knew for sure was I wanted them to be completely unintentional and accidental.
My headcanon is that ponies have ambient magic about them, which “affects” areas they live in, and goo ponies are the result of years of exposure to that by mindless slime species that are adaptable to their environments. It’s why they form redundant shapes like ears, eyes, noses, horns and wings, etc that they don’t actually use or need. Changeling slime is “alive”, as it works as a conduit to drain love from prisoners, so it’s able to adapt overtime.
The other options are:
If a pony is in a pod too long they liquefy and become the goop inside.
New type of changeling that tries to look cute before ambushing ponies and gluing them up to be collected later.
New type of pod that actively seeks out ponies, engulfs them, and then trots back to the hive with their own little fuel source in their bloated belly.
Pretty much what I was thinking. They develop sentience accidentally from prolonged exposure to podded ponies.
@Bluflare
I might do other things with her. Just these two images I got stuck since I didn’t know what kinds of backgrounds or such I wanted to use :P
@Blissey1
You don’t have enough :D
You know, I am seeing the words, and they seem to line up in my head, but no matter how much I try to read what you typed it just doesn’t make any sense. I completely lose focus when you put “too many” before “goo pones.”